The Dogs of War Page #2
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That guy you sent me
this morning isn't working out.
I didn't send him.
We can't make a film
about your bloody country...
from the hotel lobby,
for Christ's sake!
Thank you very kindly.
Lousy bastards.
Jeez. That kid, eh?
Aw, bastards.
Bastards!
Leave it, for Christ's sake.
We'll be out of here
by the end of the week.
How about a beer?
Beer, Alan?
Bollocks!
Having some trouble, Mr. North?
Just a fundamental difference...
about the value of human life,
Mr. Dexter.
Nothing that need concern you.
Stupid question,
but any messages for me?
Is it expected in soon?
Mr. North, this is
Mr. Keith Brown, an American.
That shouldn't be too much
of a language barrier.
Shall we give it a try?
Beer?
Sure.
What about the Russians?
There were a couple
of mining engineers...
in here a few months ago,
doing some kind of survey.
The Russians
must have got onto it...
and sent these two down.
They haven't been able
to get a government permit.
Poor bastards
Put on your party smile.
Good evening.
President Kimba.
President.
Mr. Keith Brown.
American naturalist.
How you doing?
President Kimba shares
your interest in our wildlife...
especially our native birds.
Drink.
Sure.
Very kind.
Here's to you.
Due to his
many responsibilities...
President Kimba
doesn't have the time...
to research
the scientific names...
of some of our rare species.
Busy, busy, busy.
Drink.
No. One for my father.
So kind.
It would please
the president enormously...
if you could give him
a scientific name...
Yeah?
Maybe some other time.
Just for you.
Podiceps cristatus. Right?
And the storm petrel?
Hydrobates...
there's more... Pelagius.
Right?
And what about
the bubbling cisticola?
The esmaralda troglodytes.
And there's
my absolute favorite...
and yours... Nectarina famosa.
Here's to them, God bless them.
Drink.
Public drunkenness
is a crime in Zangaro.
Who's that guy?
Woody Woodpecker?
Good evening, Miss Dexter.
Mr. Brown...
I'm Gabrielle Dexter.
My father suggested I show you
around Clarence tomorrow.
Sounds good.
Meet me in the lobby at 8:00.
That's the only sight worth
seeing in this bloody town.
It's friendly, too.
I wouldn't know.
It doesn't talk to me.
One for the road?
No, thanks.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Around here...
even the birds know better
than to be out at night.
What do you know about birds?
Well, I'm no expert... either.
What did you guys do
to get in trouble today?
A bunch of soldiers
He was scared out of his wits.
Finally, he managed
to pull himself free.
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